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June 1, 2012 | 8:52 AM
I just spent one hour reading the whole blog of this person I don't know, and don't think I ever will get to meet. But she writes so openly, so provocatively, that you cannot help but keep scrolling down and down, summat like being addicted to a very trashy tabloid. When i first started reading I was turned off, exclaiming at how a young mother like her can be so petulant and naive about so many things. She rides on an emotional roller coaster, never stopping to consider her poor overworked slip of a husband, and the fact that both of them being 23, needs to see things clearer in perspective instead of just thinking about quitting the marriage as soon as something bad happens.
Yet somehow I get her. I see her worries, and how alone she feels, and how much she just wants to be surrounded by people who love her in these early stages of childbirth. How much she is affected by the baby, by her family's reaction to the baby, and by her husband's seeming unconcern in anything that has to do with raising a family. I see her point that family should come first, but you'd realise all she cares about in the end is herself and how she feels, and how it's the responsibility of the people who love her to make her happy. She uses her baby as an excuse, and to me, that's just a sign of inner weakness.
She's supposably the strong headed person in this relationship, and the things she has done (as detailed very clearly in her blog) to 'punish' her husband made me gasp audibly. It made me think about myself, about what kind of person I could be. I guess when I forget myself, and if I find someone as accepting and as unstrict with me as her husband, I would become like that. But now, I think I've trained myself to think twice.
And yes, friends around me are getting married left, right and centre, and while I receive their news with happiness, I guess every relationship is unique and different, and its up to the couple to figure out what works best for them.
For this particular girl, I just hope she learns her lesson soon in the softest way possible.
velda.
